Upon discovering Sarah's signature picture was now a vase of peacock feathers, I rushed into the other room to see what had become of her. What I feared was true. After pacing for what seemed a lifetime, I sat next to the vase with a laptop leaning against it and started to cry. As I exited the rush of emotion, I noticed the feathers were facing me. They almost seemed sad, as if to say, "You can still love me. I'm the same person you married on the inside."
I thought, "You're right, Sarah-vase. I do still love you." Putting my arm around her, I looked into 37 eyes that said, "I love you," and knew things were going to be OK.
I found that life has gone on just fine. We still do a lot together, and here are some pictures.
Wake up, sleepy head!
So pretty.
The candle light brings out her greens.
Starting the day off right with a good breakfast.
As good as life is, we're going to the doctor today to see if we can get to the bottom of this. Wish us luck!
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2 comments:
ha. that was funny.
37 eyes.
I am Melanie's friend Marsha. This is the funniest blog I have seen in a long time. I didn't notice at first that the vase was wearing a nightgown in bed. But silly me ... the vase wouldn't have her picture taken naked!
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